Divisions

Part 1- Chapter 3

East Islander Cartel Compound.

After days of grueling undercover work, during which Jarred was constantly called a "Gringo" by the gang, and shunned, while Mark managed to get closer and closer into the Cartel by default, they had finally hit the jackpot.

The head of the gang, a man they all called El Cañón, had finally commissioned the two to do a drug deal, and they had luckily, with Mr. Ackley's help, managed to acquire the necessary drugs, which Mark proceeded to try testing out, just before Jarred had to yank it away from him.

This would be their last day, where they would finally get the evidence they needed to get out of the crappy sweatshop they were holed up in.

The factory literally smelt of sweat: and year old piss. Jarred was glad to get out of there, partly because his partner was much more in his element, and was starting to act too much like it.

"You got the money, Antonio?" a man asked Jarred.

"Yes, boss," he responded, handing him a brown envelope.

"And you, Luciano?" the same man asked in Spanish, motioning to Mark.

"Yes, El Cañón," Mark replied, handing him a box, filled with cocaine, genuine stuff. It would be recovered after the sting, and besides, this was too important for a fuckup.

The tracker in Jarred's shirt gently pounded along with his chest. The hidden camera in his shades had already filmed the exchange. They would be out of there soon.

"Something about your friend Antonio bothers me," a man, named Comino standing next to El Cañón said to Mark, unaware that Jarred could understand what he was saying.

"He's legit, sir," Mark said, turning to shake the two men's hands. "It was very nice doing business with you, jefe," he continued motioning them to leave.

"Stop!" Comino said as they turned around. "Put your hands up, right now!" he said, and as they turned, they saw the two men had pointed guns at them.

El Cañón ordered his henchman to search them. Jarred only had just enough time to call in the cavalry using button on his arm before the gangbanger shoved him to the ground. "Wires boss, fucking cop." he felt a gun press to the back of his head. A shot rang out and the man behind him fell.

El Cañón fired a quick succession of gunshots behind him as he and his accomplice attempted to flee. Unfortunately, for them, an armed team had already rushed the compound, surrounding them.

Within minutes they were in cuffs and being shoved into a van, the doors closed with a last cry of "Fuck you, mentirosos!"

"Have fun in jail, boss," Mark replied, a smug grin on his face, as they watched the men be carried away .

"Thank god that's done," he sighed.

"It was a close one, too close," Jarred shook my head. "We could have been killed,"

"Look, Jarred," Mark turned to him. "You've done great, you hear. This was your first proper international job and you succeeded. Now we should celebrate."

Jarred was silent.

"Or are you still thinking about your "mysterious Natalia Hayes?"" he taunted. "Have you ever wondered if she might actually believe it or not have a life, a number and a possible interest in your ugly mug? Did you even think to contact her?"

"I can't. She's from the NIF, and she probably doesn't feel the same,"

"Come, Romeo, we have a few hours left before the flight. And like every high school kid you're enamored with the prom queen. We should go to a bar, get some drinks. You can forget about this girl of yours, find someone achievable." he said, as the two of them left the building.